And what of Dylan Thomas? Is there truth in the rumour that Clark’s nom de plume is a tribute to the Welsh rhapsodist’s place of death? ‘God rest his soul,’ she deadpans in a flash. ‘It is also the middle name of my great-grandmother,’ she adds.

Yet, Clark’s celluloid and bookish fascinations are not at the expense of her musical prowess. A star guitarist, multi-instrumentalist and provocative vocalist, St Vincent thrives on live terrain – as previous tour supports for the Arcade Fire, Death Cab for Cutie and The National have ascertained.

Transpires our protagonist is even set on single-handedly flipping the financial downturn. There’s a lot to be said for ‘musical conservation’ as a profitable ideology, she elucidates. Then she barks a recession-bashing rawk manifesto. ‘Got a melody? Double time it and use it again! Chords? Transpose! Invert! Re-harmonise!

‘Lots of math! Lots of fractals!’ charges Clark with a laugh. She may not be an economist, or a physicist, or a meteorologist, but St Vincent’s glittering fortune is firmly written in the stars.